I fold the cash then Ihit awayjuss a thug fo the money, no lovehit 'em up wit the blastput him in a bag, an wrap him....up.

Verse 2 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

It's all businessso when the picture come bouncin off yo headdon't take it personal money makin needs no rehearsin no niggawill come wit disrespect an leave wit they head on they shoulders.

Verse 3 *(Bart)*

Mobbkillaz connected from block to blockre-caulk the glockreset the dotheatas Beamers repeat from Turf achievers.

Verse 4 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

We take action verses talk is cheapyou gonna believe ustime to floss wit me cut off the weakyou won't decieve uslet us mechandise an murderiseany an allmany will fall.

Verse 5 *(Bart)*

It's juss anO.G. call made from the Bwhen I step up, I bet ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creepI gets to blastin assdip they bodies in the bagI hope I get to lastin in this game of cash.

Verse 6 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

It's paraphanalia not parinoidyou fuckin wit a pair of boysthat'll pump yo body full of leadan watch it swell up like we got no conscience.

Verse 7 *(Bart)*

Cuz it ain't no spraya like the one I gotclaimin you juss a playa but the fakas I socksurround yo weave headfuckin wit the weave headget left wit p headI bet ya violent click talkin all that lipwhen you was wit my click an get shit.

Verse 8 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

Head split an ass kicked inchin shatteredan nobody could recognize you when they found yaan they still don't know who downed ya.

Verse 9 *(Bart)*

This shit is deeper than you thinkwit a straight facelay down an come up off them cavy caseslow downbetter pump yo brakesdon't know my click from a can of paintthese niggaz won't lastwhen Ibuck one in that ass an hit the gateI seen two more escape.

Chorus *(Ager Man)* x2

It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggasan it's amazin how the heat bring out the hoe in niggaswhen pistols blazin.

Verse 10 *(Keek The Sneek)*

Cashin 'emlike fresh over freshI'm in the Benzmassagin a bitches my rivalryrushed out to get some endsbuild the twinsnigga I love them bitch half Benzstrugglin off that ginhoes at the bus stop wanna get inbut theyfoot solidersnot swangin like a Novaplus them niggaz ain't tight to make a right an pull my 600 overjuss as I left I looked to the corner of my eyethat it's them same niggaz that bucked at mebut it wasn't my time to dieahpull out my thanghit 'em in the backwhatever remainedso the bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirtan swangyellin Mobb, clouded wit Agefor the nigga I saidI didn't love yo punk ass an plus I'm tired of the painlike Cameo this shit is strangea nigga doin a dudeto get his whole neck an head rearrangedMobb members, make niggaz think about what they doinwatch what you pursuinfuck around an get yo whole career ruined.

*(Chorus)* x1

Verse 11 *(Yukmouth)*

Listen uhlittle boys an girls listen to meit is I that you seegettin high niggas begettin by on these streetsdo or die on these streetshit 'em high meet defeatwit 'em tied across the feetniggaz lie beneath the creek

many try but don't eatmuch foodunless I run wit a fool that picks me up in a LexFUCK SCHOOL let's jetlive an directthe Yay Area, they carry a 4-5 an a Techwhen they bury ya they pissin on the side of you graveno witnesses but a buckshot from inside of the gagean niggas be gettin pepper sprayed uphandcuffed an made to lay downcircumstancesto skanless, manlessto slang a gangstrapped downmy shit be fully greased uphits the mutha fuckin streets upcuz niggas ain't takin no beat upsthey re-up wit the heatasleaders of the new schoolbut we don't bust a rhyme we bust a ninemutha fuckas findnine's under the bridge in the Pacific TunnelMobb materialscratch off the serial numberfuckin balistic soroll to the riches fuck hoes, bitches, an slutsbubblicious Yukbooku bucksmy niggaz will shoot you up.

*(Chorus)* x2

Verse 12 *(Swoop G)*

Now what these niggaz tryin to do?Get gunned down, stomped an pistol whipped fool?If not I sugguest you get the fuck up out the Westwhen it come to gun play there's no contestI leave you wit two holesone in yo dome one in yo chestan Elliot Ness he wouldn't have made it on the Westand yes I know you mutha fuckas heard about uscuz we was all on the news fo Mobb-Style murdersI crack a fool on top of his head wit a straptold his bitch to come over hereshe sat on my lapman this Mobb shitain't never been no jokeyou headed straight for the penor you end up smokedthat's why I keep a heater on my passengers seatan I'm Mobb Affiliateduh, uhI know you hate itI rather be caught with my heaterthen wit out my heaterit's juss a misdemenor.

Verse 13 *(Eclipse)*

I'm crackin backs like a chiropractorcome see a Cydal factorget off yo block when rifles splattercome across wit a rival chapterdon't be afraid to be blastinan don't know nothin bout lastinan if he flashin we gassin himan leavin his ass in a wagonthe last dragonwe smashin imagine missin in actionI hit his ass for his cabbagean dissapeared like Aladdinan trappin his ass inside a mutha fuckin caveniggas that came wit the pistolsI got missles and hand grenadesan some troopers wit bazookazready to shoot you do you incrushin boulders wit soldiers cook it an make it pure againit's yo friend the Prince Of Darknesswhenever the dark hitsI feel my heart getto beatin an you bustas be my targetPM it's cold heart.

*(Chorus)* x2

Verse 14 *(Dru Down)*

We use no parinoiaor dedication to our paper it's so deepthe paraphanalia to the Mobb love to creepour elevations is racinup to the topnon-stopwit a caulked back glockthen hopinto some cutto then nigga skirt-skirtyou notice I juss do some dirtI puttin in workI hit them were it hurtcrack yo spine timeinstead of hittin 'em wit my nineI'mstrictly wit this hit Mobb shitBitch!Recognizewhat a mutha fucka do is stealright between your eyesthe nigga was dead before he diedI slideto the next sceneto the next routeI'm speakin on what I juss did at the head quartersan to my Mobb soldiersno one can fold usreadin the weakness like some Black Jackif niggas can't handle it they get stomped from that Mobb attackan if you come back from that stompinlay lowgot 'em hard-headed niggas will get they head put on fire.

Verse 15 *(Ager Man)*

It's A-G-E once againpullin you niggas hoe cardsstrapped for them niggas that frontin like bitchestryin to act hardit ain't nothin but the mutha fuckin Mobb in meI went from sellin coke on the blockto doin robberiesto 'luffin yo assstuffin yo assup in a trunk punkcaught wit a 3 Times circumstance like T-Funktoo soon for 'emshoulda had a tomb for 'emnon-ass solider niggasthere'd be no room for 'emwhen Pistols Blazin.